her nails across my back and my balls tightened.
“Come inside me,” she said, and that was all I could take. I leaned up on an elbow and pressed my other hand to her throat, holding her there, as my hips picked up the pace. My head was already spinning, turning over all the ways I was gonna beg for her forgiveness and make this up to her—on my knees, with my mouth on her pussy, any fucking way she wanted it.
But then her hips snapped up against me and she let out a garbled scream under my hand.
My fingers tightened around her throat as she jerked beneath me, coming so hard her face flushed. She slammed her head back on the couch a few times as the spasms racked her whole body. I was so in awe of it, the next thing I knew, I was slamming my hips up into her as my balls seized and I exploded deep inside her.
I groaned as the molten pleasure surged from my body into hers.
When I finally finished, my whole body collapsed on top of her. My hand was still on her throat, and I stroked her gently. I kissed her throat, wondering if I’d hurt her.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered against her throat. Her breasts were soft against my chest as she breathed beneath me. I kissed her jaw, her lips, and met her eyes. I didn’t even want to get up. My cock was softening but still deep inside her and I didn’t want to go anywhere. “I don’t want to let you go,” I whispered.
She kissed my lips and said, “Then don’t.”
Chapter Twelve
Taylor
Love the Way You Are
The next morning, I didn’t sit next to Cary while we worked. Now that we’d had sex, I wondered if my presence would distract him and if I should make myself scarce, but he made the decision for me. When I greeted him over morning coffee, he told me he was going to work in the great room so he could “concentrate,” then kissed me on the forehead, which was the sweetest thing ever, and disappeared.
I’d had another restless, almost sleepless night, intermittently wandering out into the backyard, staring at the stars, and sleeping alone in the poolhouse. And wondering if I should just go crawl into bed with him in the studio.
After we’d had sex, we lay on the couch a long while, entangled, before finally dragging ourselves up. We’d kissed and made out for what had to be an hour, trying to say goodnight, then went off to our own beds.
I would’ve rather slept next to him, but he didn’t invite me to. And I was wary of pushing things too far and having it blow up in my face. I’d already told him I wanted to suck him off and told him to come inside me. And after that explosive orgasm I’d had when he fucked me—and held me down by the throat—it was probably pretty clear, even to someone who was a little rusty in the relationship department, that I liked him.
I mean, I even told him I liked him.
And speaking of relationships… what was that thing about having sex with some woman in the last year? And getting tested?
Did he have a girlfriend his sister didn’t know about? Someone who visited him here? I was dying to know more, but he hadn’t offered anything more on the subject.
So I didn’t ask.
I figured I’d respect his space and follow his cues on that, for now.
He spent the whole morning wandering around in the great room with an acoustic guitar strapped on, playing idly. Maybe he was writing a song. I could hear the quiet strumming and picking drift into the control room, like he was lost in his head more than really paying attention to what he was playing.
Around eleven, I finally closed my laptop and headed out there to talk to him.
Danica had texted me early this morning to say she was finishing up her work at Little Black Hole today, and asking if I could meet her for lunch. As I walked into the great room and found Cary sitting on a couch, curled around his guitar, I smiled. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend a few hours working not in his immediate vicinity. So I could make sure that I was really doing a job, and not just gazing lustfully at my employer all damn day while his hard earned dollars accumulated interest